The Dangerous Cultivator

The word "reassured" is exactly what Long Jingxiu said to Xu Yi.

In a short period of time, she had figured out the two-party strategy in her mind.

One is the strategy of civilization. Jiuhuang left and right did not know who to judge, she was free to decide, anyway, it was her problem, of course, she judged.

Second, brutal strategy. Nothing could be done, and Xu Yi was taken away.

Anyway, everything in front of her is just a hilarity, there is no need to let the beauty be damaged.

Xu Yi naturally did not think that Lord Long was painstakingly for himself, and only smiled and nodded. Soon, Lord Long's question was ready, and the scene was uproarous.

Jiuhuang was stunned, Feng Jiu and Tu Min looked at each other.

"What's this title, Qiujiang Xueye, it's also called this title, can this dragon pass this with a joke?"

After staying for more than ten minutes, Jiuhuang was suddenly awakened and shouted loudly.

The title embroidered by Long Jing is "Autumn Snowy Night", a masterpiece in the name of Yu Yuzi.

Long Jingxiu laughed, "How did the senior Yuzhuo do it, you can't do it with the old nine? That's the problem, Xu Yi, are you okay?"

She also does not think that Xu Yi has the opportunity to outperform Jiu Huang in the way of poetry. After all, the objective law of common sense formation is extremely difficult to change.

Since Xu Yi has little chance of winning, Long Jingxiu naturally chose to go to the front.

An "Autumn Snow Night", Yu Xunzi used this as the title to make the next book, which will be passed down from generation to generation. If the moon is ahead, how can the younger generations compete for the glory.

Long Jingxiu still chose "Qiujiang Snow Night" as the title, and Jiu Huang was rich in poetry, which is inevitable.

"As long as you ask Longmou as the title, and Longmou has already given the title, your answer is poem. Why do you say a lot? If you can't do it, stand still."

Long Jingxiu said with a smile.

Tu Min said, "Mr. Long's statement is reasonable. Why should Nine Brothers correct their feelings, and Yu Jiezi's predecessor's poetry is so famous. Does Nine Brothers want to surpass it?"

Jiuhuang suddenly realized that he had suffered a heart attack in "Qiujiang Snow Night".

This is also inevitable. Everyone wants to make a poem, even if it can't be a blockbuster, no one wants to be a laughingstock.

Therefore, Jiu Huang heard the title and complained, but also tried secretly, making a sentence, but couldn't help but quietly compared with Yu Zongzi's masterpiece, the more the more upset, unable to written.

At this moment, Tu Min burst out loud, and he suddenly wanted to understand that he didn't have to compare with Yu Zongzi, he only needed to make a masterpiece. Anyway, no one would compare himself to Yu Zongzi.

An epic work should be able to easily crush Xu Yi.

Immediately, Jiu Huang emptied the distractions, concentrated on the whole story.

Unexpectedly, he had only a little thought on his side, and Xu Yi on the side had already moved.

But seeing a white piece of spring pine paper, the exhibition space, Xu Yi emptied the line, a piece of ink with the bones stopped and crisscrossed, displayed in the center.

With a scornful smile, Feng Jiu yelled out the words on the paper and said, "The Qiujiang tide is connected to the sea, and the sea and the moon are tidal.

He didn't believe in the first-order little demon, what kind of wisdom could he have, only that this guy understood the suggestion of Long Jingxiu, messed around with some texts, and waited until Long Jingxiu finally came to be confused.

But when he chanted the exit, he felt wrong.

Although he knows nothing about poetry, he still has the most basic appreciation ability.

Every three and a half sentences come out, and the weather is steep, not like ordinary products. This, how is this possible?

He stared at Tu Min in surprise. As far as he knows, Tu Min is very obsessed with poetry. If this guy writes something that has already come out, it is expected that Tu Min would know it.

He turned to see Tu Min, only to see Tu Min's eyes were stagnation, as if dead.

He coughed heavily, Tu Min woke up and looked back at him, confused.

Yes, Tu Min was completely dumbfounded. He couldn't understand the "Autumn Snow Night" by Xu Yi.

I don't understand this, not because I can't read it, but because I can't figure it out. Such a poem is the best in the world.

Such a poem, he does not think that Xu Yi, the first-order little demon, can make it.

But if it wasn't for Xu Yi, who would have given the naming rights of such a masterpiece to others.

According to him, the reputation of poetry is highly valued by people and demons, and cultural exchanges have not been interrupted by ethnic and regional barriers, especially poetry articles.

As a learned man of the demon clan, Tu Min's masterpieces of the two clan's masterpieces are well-known.

It seems that this "Autumn Snow Night" is placed in the essence of those famous articles, and it is also the existence of the entire article.

Because of this, he couldn't cooperate with Feng Jiusheng at all.

At the moment when Feng Jiu and Tu Min were watching each other visually, Xu Yi had already stopped writing.

The text that Xu Yi fell on the paper was exactly that Ruo Xu's solitary piece, "The Spring River Flower Night Moon", which suppressed the whole Tang Dynasty.

Of course, Xu Yi isn't stupid enough to copy the entire text.

The masterpiece of Yu Xunzi, which he has read through, is also writing scenes and feelings, blending feelings with scenes, and the two styles are similar.

It's just one spring scene and one autumn scene.

It is worth mentioning that the snowy night in "Autumn Snowy Night" is not a snowy night, but the place where Yuyaozi was writing, the snowy night field.

Otherwise, there will be Qiujiang on a snowy night.

Moreover, Xu Yi's literary literacy today is already very high. Even if a few changes have been made to "Spring River Night", the original narrative and lyrical essay structure have not been separated at all.

In the eyes of Tu Min and others who saw this work for the first time, this work was simply natural.

"Master Jiuhuang, it's almost time, and we can write."

Xu Yichong said with a smile.

Jiuhuang was still as a wooden chicken, motionless.

If he could, he really wanted to yell at Xu Yi, "Your kid wants to bring Yuzi back to life? Bullying is too bad!"

At this moment, Jiu Huangman said that Xu Yi was so upset that he couldn't have thoughts written.

Even if he had conceived the poem, he was afraid to write.

It's really this **** guy, the poems written are so shameless.

Even if Yu Xunzi was reborn, she had to put the original "Autumn Snow Night" on fire.

What is full of paper haze, and what is the word of beads, this **** thief's article is.

Jiuhuang knew that he had lost, even if he had written an article, even if Feng Jiu and Tu Min were present, his side was crowded.

Things of ambiguous conscience can be done, words of ambiguous conscience can be said, but in the face of such poems, it is no longer able to turn black and white into a person with a thick face and black heart.

Because this **** little thief's "Autumn Snow Night" will surely be passed on for centuries.

Shi Bi Ruyan, who has the courage to act as a disgusting harlequin in this scene destined to be included in the history of poetry.

Stupid for a long time, Jiuhuang Lengheng sighed, "In front of such a good work, what's wrong with someone's face, it's considered a lose."

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